Last summer, my friend Theresa's daughter Katie got married. A group of us went to the wedding together. I believe that I had only been to the Catholic church1 time since my son's sentencing. Before the sentencing we had started to go to another church which we really liked. For reasons unknown to even myself, I was moved to tears with the ceremony. Maybe because Katie was the first daughter of any of my friends to get married or maybe the ceremony itself.
Regardless of the reason, I found myself returning to the Catholic church.
Last month I set up a meeting with Father Mike not only to discuss my feelings of confusion but to also introduce myself as someone who was finding her way back. When I told him the story of my tears at the wedding, Father Mike looked me straight in the eye and said "you came home".
It was a simple statement but a "Wow" moment for me.
We discussed the coming birth of my grandchild.
His philosophy is that God is giving us this baby to help my husband heal.
Before I left, Father Mike gave me a medal of Mary that he had brought back from Italy. He told me to remember that Mary was also a mother in pain as she watched her son suffer.
That also was a "Wow" moment.
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